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“Holy shit, this smells good!”
Justin was holding a glass full of the potion that Trina had made. He had to hand it to her – sometimes this witchcraft stuff came in handy, and apparently, it could smell delicious! The potion was made from skinned apple slices and a few orange peels, combined with some cinnamon, honey, and thyme. The thyme threw it off a little, but for the most part, it smelled like the middle of a beautiful autumn day.
“Remember,” Trina said as he raised the glass to his lips, “you can’t jerk off for a week. You gotta wait for the results.”
“I’ll be fine,” Justin said dismissively. He sniffed the potion once more, then tossed it back like a shot of tequila. “Fuck, that tasted just as good as it smelled,” he purred. “Now come on, let’s go to sleep. Dibs on the bed!”
“Not if I beat you to it!”
“Oh please, I can throw your ass out of it in a heartbeat.”
“Let’s see you try!”
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The first handful of days went by pretty well. Justin, being a typical teenage boy, had felt the urge to masturbate several times, but held off. The results of the potion were well in sight, and he didn’t want to ruin it, not when he felt so damn close to relief from his disgusting four-year-long ailment.
Sadly, he’d had to avoid Celeste since Monday. He knew himself well enough to know that talking to her would ruin the effects of the spell – hell, the book had explicitly warned of strange and dire consequences, and he knew he’d have no control over it all if he spoke to her. He couldn’t. Not yet. He hated watching her face fall as he scurried away when she called out to him after class every day, but it was all he could do. He’d make up for it eventually, when he could have a discussion with her and not have to worry about his underwear looking like a Jackson Pollock exhibit.
Trina had teased him about not being able to jack off a couple times, but for the most part, she was supportive. He’d thanked her a thousand times over for her work, and could distinctly remember her tossing her hair over her shoulder that night and crowing, “All in a day’s work for a well-traveled witch like me!”
He’d responded by pushing her off the bed into a pile of stuffed animals and laughing at her from his place above her. “Well traveled? You’ve never even left the State!” His attack had earned him a rain of blows from a stuffed bunny, and he’d retaliate with a pink heart-shaped pillow from somewhere at the head of the bed.
All of these thoughts and more kept him company as he shifted in his seat. Besides the fact that Celeste was here, Chemistry was so fucking boring. The teacher was old and had a droning, monotonous voice, and the subject itself was something Justin knew he could go the rest of his life without. When was he ever going to use this shit in real life? Finally, the bell rang, and as everyone left the class, Justin heard the teacher call after the class, “Don’t forget to check your emails and see who you’re paired with for the two-day project! It’s due Friday!”
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With a heavy sigh, Justin settled down on his bed and pulled his school laptop out of his bag, clicking open his emails and filing through them. Something from the attendance office, confirming an update… a note from his History teacher about his tests… Chemistry III: Two-Day Assignment and Presentation Details. Justin skimmed over the fluff, his eyes settling on the more important aspect: the list of students in the class, and who had been paired with who.
6th period – Electrochemistry and Intermolecular Forces
Michael D. and Ashley F.
Dina T. and Jessie L.
Georgia G. and Tim P.
Celeste B. and Justin R.
Payton D. and –
Wait a minute.
With his heart in his throat, Justin read back through the list, unsure if he’d skipped a line or maybe misread something. No, it was right there. Celeste B. and Justin R. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. Fuck. He’d been avoiding her for a reason, a good one, and now he was stuck with her. He couldn’t change partners, according to a note just above the list of partners. He’d been so good about not jerking off, for the entire week so far. How was he going to make it through tomorrow and Friday? What a cruel world he lived in, he brooded. The spell was supposed to take effect on Saturday, and he was doomed to fail within 48 hours of reaching the light at the end of the tunnel.
“Hey, dude.”
Justin screamed, and startled so bad that he almost fell off of his bed. Clutching his heart, he looked up – Trina was standing in his doorway, staring at him in confusion. “Uh… you good?”
“How did you get in here?!”
“Your mom gave me a key, like, two years ago, remember? I use it all the time, you know that, what – ah!”
He had jumped up and grabbed her by the shoulders, shaking her. “Trina please, what the hell is gonna happen if I can’t finish the week? What’s gonna happen to me if I fail the spell?!”
“What, can’t go a week without choking your chicken?”
“It’s not that! I’m fine! I’ve been fine! It’s this project! Do you not see the list?”
“Oh, no, I did.” Trina freed herself from his grasp and sat herself down in his gaming chair. “Alex and Austin got paired up, it’s fuckin’ frustrating, I wish we could’ve picked our partners instead of -”
“So do I!” Justin hissed, dropping to his knees in front of Trina. “Because I got paired with Celeste!” Trina’s face fell, and she quieted down understandingly as Justin paced in front of her. “I just had to drink the potion during presentation week, didn’t I? I took it without thinking because I just wanted to stop jizzing myself every time I talk to her, and now something bad is gonna happen to me, because I’m stuck with her, I mean, what’s gonna happen? Am I gonna die, is -”
“Justin!”
Justin turned on his heels to see Trina standing up, and as he stopped mid-sentence, she wandered over to him and pushed him over so that he was sitting on the bed. She threw one arm around his shoulders as she came to sit next to him. “Look, I don’t know what’s gonna happen, but whatever it is, it’s not gonna happen.”
“Huh?” Justin was too panicked to make sense of her.
“Listen,” Trina said firmly, turning him to look her in the eye. “You can do this. We don’t need to worry about what the book said, we don’t need to worry about what could happen. You can do this shit. Mind over matter, right?”
Justin balled his hands into tight fists, until his knuckles were white. “Okay. Mind over matter.”
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The next day came quickly, and Justin had been able to sit next to Celeste during class and manage not to cream himself. Maybe it was his talk with Trina, or the boring atmosphere of the classroom, but he managed.
Until Celeste invited him to her house to work on the project together.
He’d given her a yes without thinking, and in a panic, texted Trina, frantically asking what he should do. Trina had admitted that all he could do was keep his word and go see her, and reminded him that it was truly mind over matter.
Now he was standing beside Celeste while she unlocked her front door. He’d survived the bus ride home with her, and now just had to last a few hours at her house. Then he could come home and work out or something, anything to take his mind off of his aching balls. He knew that as soon as the spell was effective, he’d need to cum; he’d been itching for it all week, even considering edging himself to sort of “cheat the system”. He’d managed to hold off, but now, she was bent over just slightly, and her jeans hugged her small but shapely ass so wonderfully, dark blue clashing perfectly with her lightly tanned skin. He could see a small line of lighter skin just above the waistband of her pants as they came down a bit, hinting at a tan line, and he wondered just how much of her looked like that. How small had the bikini been, to leave such a thin tan line? Had it even attempted to cover her perky tits and most-likely-delicious pink pussy?